Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 724 - 722: Did You Think You’d Found a Soft Target?

Ping, a notification sound from the forum indicated that Morimoto Chiyoda had posted.

Inside the dessert shop, Emily was just about to take a bite of her sundae when she heard the notification sound. She quickly put down the spoon with the sundae.

She swiftly exited TikTok and tapped on the forum post with her thumb.

If it wasn't something significant, Morimoto Chiyoda wouldn't post on the forum to remind her.

Besides, it was Monday, and she couldn't help but wonder if Dio had stirred up something again.

But according to Dio, that person should have already gathered the souls of evildoers and was unlikely to continue targeting those people. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

However, aside from Dio, there were still angel envoys present.

After all, Monday seemed to hold some special meaning to the different world and here.

She opened Morimoto Chiyoda's post, quickly skimmed through it, and, using the code she had set, deduced a sentence.

"The angel envoy Holy Lord, who once killed Mitsui Arashi, promised benefits to Sanjushi Tera to find the reincarnation of Enya. He is gathering the three major conglomerates and the CIA to discuss this matter."

This message didn't directly tell her to run, but between the lines, it was clear she should make a quick getaway.

Emily realized the seriousness of the situation, and the reason was simple.

The Holy Lord was willing to promise benefits!

Just based on this, even though she was Dio's friend, capturing her might offend Dio.

Those people wouldn't care.

As long as the profit was sufficient, there never lacked people willing to engage in lucrative ventures, even if they were illegal.

Emily immediately stood up and said, "Katerina, let's hurry to the safe house!"

"Okay."

Katerina had initially wanted to finish the sundae before leaving, but upon hearing they were going to a safe house, her expression became serious as well.

To ensure her safety, Emily had quietly purchased a house in Tokyo to serve as a safe house, the location of which was unknown to others.

The location was Shinjuku Okubo.

There, the mix of foreigners made it an ideal hiding place.

Katerina followed Emily out, paid the bill, and left the dessert shop, heading directly to Shinjuku Okubo to their purchased safe house.

It was on the ground floor of a building.

They entered the place.

Katerina closed the door and asked, "What happened?"

"The angel envoy who killed Mitsui Arashi is the Holy Lord. He appeared in Tokyo and promised benefits to Sanjushi Tera to find the reincarnation of Enya, which means my whereabouts."

Emily's face was full of frustration.

The Holy Lord's words practically confirmed her past life was that old lady, Enya.

Though she knew that old people weren't really pleasant to look at.

Thinking of that old lady's ugly appearance, Emily still felt quite discouraged, considering she was a blossoming young lady.

Katerina frowned slightly and said, "The CIA can't be trusted anymore."

"Yes, Morimoto sent the message over to remind me to run quickly."

Emily nodded.

Katerina turned and walked to the corner of the living room, then used her fingernail to lift the floorboard and open a safe beneath it, revealing an automatic rifle, ammunition, and grenades.

She handed over a pocket-sized pistol, "Take this."

"I don't really know how to use a gun."

Emily accepted the pistol and examined it for a moment, somewhat worried that firing it might fracture her fingers from the recoil.

Katerina explained, "It's for when you think it's no longer viable, to use on yourself."

"I don't need this!"

Emily instantly tossed the gun away, as if she had touched a hot potato, "Don't joke about things like this."

"Alright."

Katerina shrugged; she wasn't joking.

Emily was smart, but some things can't be imagined without experiencing them firsthand.

With her experiences in the Middle East, Katerina understood too well that death could sometimes be a kind of release.

She attached a silencer to the automatic rifle, trying to minimize noise to avoid disturbing the neighbors when used.

Emily sighed inwardly, feeling like trouble spontaneously appeared out of nowhere.

Why didn't the Holy Lord just go after Dio directly? Instead, he targeted her.

What a cowardly dog! Did he think getting her was like pinching a soft persimmon?

Annoyingly, it turned out the Holy Lord was right.

Emily was frustrated, realizing that, to the angel envoys, she was indeed the softest target, easily manipulated.

...

Shinjuku, Central Building, 31st floor.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the skyline of towering buildings mirrored Jack's cold heart.

"Say that again."

The voice on the other end of the line wasn't the director, but the president.

Given the importance of the matter and his renewed vigor, Nett was keen on micromanagement.

Jack felt enormous pressure and meekly said, "Mr. President, I really don't know where Emily is.

Ever since she went underground with Dio, her residence became unknown; we usually communicate online."

"If I remember correctly, the CIA sub-bureau should have a budget audit for rental housing meant for informants.

Since there are rental expenses, why can't we find the literal location?"

Jack appeared utterly helpless, "Mr. President, all we do is wire her the funds; we don't know where she lives.

To avoid any chance Dio discovers her connection with us.

I've never sought her out offline."

The line was silent for a moment, then a sigh, "I understand, Emily has made considerable contributions to the CIA.

If it weren't absolutely necessary, sigh, I really don't want to hand her over.

But in such times, to protect more people in Tokyo from being killed by the Holy Lord, I have no choice but to wrong her.

Making this difficult decision almost breaks my heart."

Jack nearly vomited his lunch; suppressing the urge to throw up, he whispered, "Mr. President, your efforts are appreciated.

I promise to expedite the search for Emily."

"Good, I trust your ability."

"Please rest assured, Mr. President, I will not betray your trust!"

Jack vowed with conviction, and only after hearing the other end hang up did he exhale heavily, feeling drenched in sweat.

What he said just now was not a lie.

To avoid exposing the connection between Emily and the CIA.

Throughout the entire CIA Japanese Branch, those who know Emily's identity are just him and Morimoto Chiyoda.

Those who know Emily's whereabouts are only Morimoto Chiyoda.

Jack wasn't too concerned about such small matters. He thought for a moment and then pressed the desk phone to ask, "Hasn't Morimoto come over yet?"

"Director, Director Morimoto hasn't arrived here yet."

"Okay, when she gets here, have her come to my office immediately."

Jack hung up and sighed deeply, opened the drawer, and took out a bottle of whiskey, placing a hefty square glass on the desk.

He poured himself a glass of whiskey, then swiveled his chair to look out the floor-to-ceiling window.

Jack found himself in a moral struggle.

If it were someone else, Jack could, of course, push them out for the greater good.

But when it involves someone he knows and has a good relationship with, it's not so easy to sacrifice.

After all, thousands or tens of thousands of people are just numbers on paper; it sounds impactful.

But Jack has never even seen their faces or known their names; they are merely data on paper, not real person-life statistics.

Jack has a decent rapport with Emily.

It made his emotions complex.

Jack downed the whiskey in one go, contemplating what exactly should be done?

Selling out a friend for personal gain sounds bad, and he couldn't get past his internal moral threshold.

But not doing so, he feels somewhat endangered.

"Sigh."

Jack sighed again, refilling his glass.

In chaotic times, only alcohol can bring him temporary pleasure.

Or maybe...

Jack's eyes slightly squinted, thinking of Riki, that fiery subordinate, which stirred his heart momentarily but quickly resumed control.

Office romances often lead to nothing good.

Jack did not want to develop a relationship that crossed the professional boundaries with his subordinates.

...

"Director, Director Morimoto is here."

Yuzuki Suzuko released the door buzzer, which suddenly turned from a red light to a green one.

Then, with a beep, the office door opened; she pushed it, stepping aside to let Morimoto Chiyoda into the office.

Yuzuki Suzuko then closed the door again.

Jack emptied the second bottle of whiskey, exclaiming, "Morimoto, the President wants to hand over Emily. What do you think I should do now?"

"Then send someone to raid Emily's residence."

Morimoto Chiyoda's swift response left Jack slightly taken aback; he looked at the beautiful woman in front of him, stuttering, "This, wouldn't that be bad? After all, Emily has helped us a lot."

At this point, Jack smiled wryly, "We better not speak about such matters.

Let's discuss the possible consequences of not handing over Emily?"

"I tend to believe Sanjushi Tera is bluffing; the Holy Lord won't go on a killing spree. In three days, only if they can't find Enya, will the thirty-four brothers be killed.

We insist on not knowing that Enya is Emily.

Sanjushi Tera couldn't possibly know; if he's unaware, he can't report to the Holy Lord.

So, there's no way they could exert pressure on us.

We just need to appear fully committed to searching for a woman named Enya, and there won't be a problem."

Morimoto Chiyoda laid out her strategy confidently, certain that without apprehending Emily, Nett wouldn't leak the information that Emily is Enya externally.

She notified Emily to relocate in advance, concerned not only about the CIA but also that Nett might use forces outside the CIA to apprehend her.

Bear in mind, the United States in Japan isn't just represented by the CIA as an intelligence body.

The U.S. Forces Japan, Department of Energy, and U.S. Embassy in Japan among others.

According to Morimoto Chiyoda's examined dossiers, the United States has ten intelligence agencies in Japan, with the CIA being merely the largest in personnel scale.

Other intelligence agencies, in contrast to others from different countries, require the CIA's command to stop their actions.

"Pretend to be fully engaged in the search, huh?"

Jack pondered, considering it a viable plan.

As for whether it would infuriate the President, that was not his concern.

No matter how enraged, it wouldn't result in his demotion from the position of director of the CIA's Japanese branch.

After all, he is entrenched in the system.

Failing to find Emily might at most be seen as fruitless, not exactly a fault.

Demoting for this would be unthinkable; the system's other officials would not allow such an action.

It goes against institutional norms.

"Morimoto, I'm leaving this matter to you."

"Yes."

Morimoto Chiyoda replied.

She excels in flying under the radar.